I have a friend called Teresa and soon we will see each other again. Yesterday, I met another Teresa...
My new friend is 9 months old but refuses to walk and do what other babies of her age do. She is lazy and I love her for that. What I love most though, is her smile; she feels anything from happy to very happy, nothing even close to sad. Her eyes smile, she is a smile, and one cannot but smile when looking at her.
Teresa is my friend's Joao daughter. While at INSEAD there were often times when I felt out of place mainly because I was younger than the rest. Joao was one of the three people that looked after me during the MBA. He was there when I got my first bad grades, also when I had a crush on some student and I realized it would not work but above all, he was there. Just knowing that was enough. It still is...
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